Matthew Lyle Landsman

Today, I don’t have to do anything…Today I GET to do EVERYTHING…

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Fall is comin…winter too,

Its 97 here on the first day of September.

There’s a lot of my life I kinda wanna forget

But I swear it’s you I always remember.

I’ll go walking, recall the nights we made love for hours,

and dawn would find us there.

With a light down low in the hallway…

while we watched the sunrise.

Whispering and sighing,

And quietly talking.

Fall is comin…winter too…

I found dew on my windshield a couple mornings ago,

and a few resigned leaves in the breeze…

Talking to me as they shuffled down the street,

leading me to where I was about to go.

I heard our song on the radio, then I chose yet another.

Then I sat half way thru a green light,

’cause my eyes refused to let me see…

that it was time to move on.

Kinda the way it was with you and me.

In my sleep we still get along…

still laugh and curl up close.

And go searching for mushrooms

up where the logging roads go.

And after we parted to fill our paper bags

we met up again to compare our bounty…

Then we made love again in the shade of an evergreen.

Summer’s ending,

and sunset comes earlier every day.

And dawn will soon be easier to greet,

after a while it will pass long after our workin day begins.

Then there will be the first frosty dawn,

I’ll feel the chill of a northern breeze.

And I’ll embrace the memory of a winter morning

feeding your horse in a chilled ancient barn…

and I’ll long to feel that muzzle softly taking the apple from my open hand.

And I’ll remember the day you left mine there empty too…

Fall is comin…winter too…

and I’ll play that song again,

Soft and low…and I’ll sigh a lonesome sigh.

And long for that December

that seems so long ago…

Matthew

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Good morning all. I can see the sun making its debut for the day beyond the eastern horizon. Life is already stirring in the steady flow of traffic heading to the Hanford projects…I scarcely envy them that daily grind…As for me, I head in the opposite direction and journey through a place largely untouched by time. I embrace the small towns and large farms, pastures hosting cattle and horses with bounding young colts nursing and testing wobbly legs.
I can’t help but notice the dwindled numbers of barns and humble old homes being called back to the earth from where their materials came…It is sad to see the empty patch of ground with barely a hint of foundation left. And one feels a twinge when the reminders of lives spent there so long ago, fade into memory as nature reclaims what was truly hers all along. The desert has a way of covering the tracks of others…
I hope all of you have a good day…and even though this is the middle of the week, don’t wish the next three days away…they could be the best days of all, if you just give them a chance to matter. Be well, Matthew

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All days, even the ones less pleasant, hold the potential for happiness…because all days are connected either in retrospect to yesterday, and also to a new tomorrow. One can’t have either unless we were here for the past and are here today. The stroke of midnight or the new dawn gives you a chance and a choice.
I’ve said before that we can’t make life as easy as we’d like it to be, but we can make it a lot harder than it has to be.
Even the hardest of times are tempered or softened by perspective…And the best of times can also be ruined by a dark attitude. Lift up your chin and let positive find you…and keep the faith…faith is paramount.
Have a great Wednesday all. You’re in my prayers even if I’m not in yours.

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Monday morning. Dawn just broke. I love this time of the day…remnants of Sunday still linger. A resolve of what I’ll make of this day are still in a state of flux…’cause for a few more minutes I still want to dwell on the weekend.
I’m grateful for the worthy cause for which I was called so early to leave my dream, the pillows, quilt and darkness of my room. Today I will make a difference. I will set the world afire and hope impression I leave is a good one, and that I give far more than I take.
Just between me and you and God above, today I will pray as I journey…that Emily Ann Martin-Badeaux and Kaye C. Upham’s daughter Jordan are touched softly by the hands of God, and that they will be released from the binds of cancers, and will soon become “survivors”. That they will have mostly in common that they are simply young and beautiful, and vital…looking forward to growing old…They aren’t the only souls I pray for. I have had Michelle Marie Dorsett in my heart as she learns to live on with just memories of her father who was called to join the legions of other WWII veterans who have been getting a place for him ready. God rest his soul. There are more, but these will be the ones I request for mercies with an air of urgency.
The day is calling me, the highway and journey…the gap at Wallula where the river makes a bend will mark the half-way point. I hope the morning sun is gentle to wake my senses, that fair breezes are urging my car from behind…and that kind souls await as I travel to join with them…
Have an equally great Monday all…and please join me in praying for my deserving friends…Matthew

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